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Lights Off
I can still remember when Blake was about 3 or so, how he thought mom and dad were full of magic. He would watch in amazement as we controlled the elements by turning the lights on and off with the flip of a switch. He was just too short to accomplish this magic by himself. He would stand below the switch looking up, standing on his tip-toes, with his arm stretched upward. His little hand would be outstretched against the wall, with his index finger pointing upward toward the switch. No matter how he stretched, he couldn’t reach the switch full of magic.
One day, mom purchased a small plastic stool for him to stand on. This was really meant for him to learn to brush his teeth by himself. The stool was light enough for him to carry. He would bring the stool from his bedroom to the bathroom. Standing on it, he was now able to reach his toothbrush and toothpaste. He could also just reach the faucet, and see his little face in the mirror above the sink.
This was the real intention of the stool, but his use was of far greater importance. He could now, by himself, reach the magical light switch in his bedroom. I thought it was best that I explained how this switch worked. I told him to get his stool and I would teach him the magic. I said “Son, this switch moves up and down. When you flip the switch up, the light comes on. When you flip the switch down, the light goes off”. Somehow, I could tell my son didn’t think it was very magical anymore, but he still enjoyed being able to control the lights. Up turned them on, down turned them off. Up-on...Down-off...Up-On...Down-off. I told him to try it. He giggled as he watched in amazement when he alone began turning the lights on and off, on and off.
Some days later, he was playing upstairs. It was nearing dinner time so I yelled up to him “Son, time for dinner. Come down now and turn off all the lights.” I waited a few moments and he didn’t appear. I yelled up again “Do you have all the lights off?” I heard a little voice yell back “I don’t know. It’s too dark!”
I thought this was hilarious…too dark to tell if the light was on! Then it hit me. He was trying to locate the switch in the dark to see if it was up or down!
A Day In The Life Of An Average American Family (Page 6)
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That's Because I Live Here
My children have an aunt and uncle (Jan & Rod) that live in Montana, whom we have visited on occasion. Although their aunt Janet had several opportunities to visit us when Blake was little, Rod had never made the trip due to some business conflicts.
One day we received a call from uncle Rod saying “guess what…I am traveling to Chicago on business. What do you think about me staying with you folks?” Of course we were quite excited. Especially the little guy. He always looked forward to company.
When uncle Rod arrived, Blake had to give him a tour of the house. He began to lead him by the hand from room to room. Each room held some special trivia, some special toy, or some special story. This went on for some time.
Rod was quite impressed. He looked down at the little tike and said “Wow, you really do know a lot about all these rooms!” My son looked up at him and nonchalantly said, “That’s because I live here!”
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